"The strawberry patch is about a mile up that way. You can't miss it. Why don't you go on ahead? This old man has to answer the call of mother nature. Too much coffee this morning. " Fletcher gave me a sheepish grin. "I'll catch up to you in a few minutes. "
"Okay. "
Fletcher moved off into the trees, and I turned and started walking up the trail, enjoying the shades of green, brown, and gray that streaked the landscape. Still, despite the peace and quiet, something about our hike was bothering me, some nagging little thing that I couldn't put my finger on. I kept thinking about the dented tin pail swinging from Fletcher's brown, speckled hand. It took me ten minutes of walking, but eventually I realized what was wrong.
"But it's too early for strawberries," I said to the trees around me. "It's only April. Strawberries aren't really in season until the summer, May at the very earliest, especially the ones out here in the wild. "
I frowned, wondering why Fletcher would bring me up here to pick strawberries that weren't even ripe yet. Then I realized something else - I hadn't heard a whisper of movement behind me. No branches cracking, no twigs snapping, no leaves crunching underfoot. I hadn't been walking all that fast, and Fletcher should have caught up to me by now. So where was he? Could he have gotten into some sort of trouble? Maybe stumbled and twisted his ankle? But if he'd done that, then why wasn't he calling out for me? For help. Why did it seem like I was here on the mountain by myself now?
Panic filled me then, and I turned and ran back down the trail the way I'd come.
"Fletcher!" I yelled in between breaths. "Fletcher!"
He didn't answer me.
I made it all the way back down to the fork where we'd split up, but there was no sign of him, his tin pail, or his backpack. It was like he'd never even been here to start with. My head whipped left, then right, then left again - and that's when I saw the note.
A white piece of paper had been tacked to one of the trees right by the trail, with the name GIN written on it in big black block letters. The panic pulsing through my body slowly turned to fear, and a sick, sick feeling filled my stomach. Somehow, I knew what the note was going to say even before I yanked it off the tree and opened it with trembling hands.
"I'm sorry," the note said in Fletcher's distinctive handwriting. "This isn't working out. I can't have you hanging around anymore. You're on your own now. Fletcher. "
That was it. There was nothing else. Just a few simple sentences to explain the fact that Fletcher had dumped me out here in the middle of nowhere. I felt like a puppy someone had left in a cardboard box by the side of the road - alone, abandoned, unwanted. But mostly, I didn't understand why. Why bring me all the way out here when just kicking me out of the house and telling me to stay away from the Pork Pit would have been so much simpler?
I couldn't help but wonder what I'd done that was so wrong. What had been so horrible about having me around that the old man had gone to such extreme lengths to get rid of me?
"Fletcher?" I whispered, panic filling me once again. "Fletcher! Where are you? Come back! Please!"
But he didn't answer me. He was already gone, leaving me alone on the mountain, all alone -
The sharp shriek of magic snapped me out of my dream. It took me half a second to realize what the sound was - the spiral protection runes in the stone of the outer wall of the suite surging to life and warning me that someone was trying to get inside.
I glanced at the clock by the bed: 11:33. They'd shown up sooner than I'd expected them to. I would have waited until much closer to dawn myself. Harder for people to rouse themselves from sleep then.
I pulled a silverstone knife from under my pillow, got up off the bed, and nestled it against the small of my back. Then I grabbed two more weapons off the nightstand, enjoying the cold, comforting feel of the blades in my hands before sliding one of the knives up my sleeve. I'd been wearing a long robe when I'd been out on the patio, talking to Bria; but after my sister had gone to bed, I'd changed into my usual ensemble of black jeans and a long-sleeved black T-shirt. I'd gone to sleep with my boots on, with my final two knives resting in the side of either shoe.
I'd wanted to be prepared in case Dekes decided to send me a message for roughing up his two goons, and it looked like the vampire's men were knocking on my door. The poor bastards should have walked away when they'd had the chance - because I wasn't giving them a second one.
Chapter 8
I eased out of my bedroom and tiptoed across the dark suite, using the mental map that I'd made earlier to skirt around the couches, tables, and other furniture. I stepped up to the door, careful to keep away from the glass peephole so that whoever was lurking around outside wouldn't realize I was awake and already waiting for them.
I looked across the suite at the closed door that led to Bria's bedroom. As an elemental, she'd be able to hear the stone's cries too, although they wouldn't resonate as loudly with her, since she had Ice magic and not Stone like I did. I waited a moment, wondering whether she'd heard my alarm and would come out and investigate, but her door remained closed. Looked like I'd have to deal with our visitors myself. Not a problem.
I blocked out the stone's wails, put my ear close to the door, and listened. Right next to me, the brass doorknob softly turned and rattled.
"Sorry," someone muttered on the other side of the door. "Wrong key. It's this one, I think. The third time's the charm, right?"
So he'd tried two wrong keys already, and that's what had triggered the protection runes in the stone. Sloppy, sloppy, sloppy. If he'd used the right key the first time, he might have avoided tripping my silent alarm.
"You'd better do more than think," a familiar voice growled. "That bitch skewered my hand like it was a fucking kebab, and I plan on doing the same to her - and worse. "
So Pete Procter, the guy I'd stabbed earlier at the Sea Breeze, was outside, along with his friend with the keys. But neither one of them were elementals, otherwise they would have heard my alarm and realized they were walking into a trap. Too bad for them.
"And Ron, one of the night clerks, told me that sweet little blond piece of ass is in there with her too," Pete continued. "We'll have fun taking turns with her. Maybe both of them, all of us, at the same time. There'll be enough for everyone. "
Pete laughed at his ugly promise, and I heard a few more sly chuckles chime in with his. Make that more than one friend outside. I smiled in the darkness like an animal baring its fangs. Good. I'd hate to get out of bed just for Pete.
"There," the second guy said. "I told you I had the right key. Get ready. "